HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

was a formality.

I did not call. I did not shout into the phone. I finished my appointment, drove the three hours back up, and stopped once on the way – at a print shop in Virginia, Minnesota.

I had them blow up four stills from the footage. Poster size. Date stamps visible. Faces clear.

By the time I pulled into the gravel drive, Gareth’s SUV was gone,continue reading …